"Ah... you little brat, how dare you deceive me!" Zhou Yuheng, who was sitting in meditation, suddenly shouted.
The intense sound instantly woke Zhou Feng. As he opened his eyes, Zhou Yuheng's situation was completely imprinted in his mind.
Zhou Yuheng's silver hair, bound by a jade crown, was now completely loose, and the long robe on his chest was covered with bloodstains, his arms swollen for unknown reasons, as thick as legs, with burst blood vessels appearing like web-like patterns!
Zhou Yuheng's Dantian was shaking, and streams of blood kept shooting out of his mouth.
Feeling the anger and overwhelming killing intent in Zhou Yuheng's words, Zhou Feng knew things were bad. Immediately, he no longer hid anything and fully activated the Hanhai Tide Technique. Instantly, a vague sensation spread from his body, creating a massive pressure in his Dantian.
